Monday, June 4, 2018


With slender reach
I brush the night
These gentle hands
Gather blue tears
Fallen from sky
Weighted concrete
Keeps me here
Still I do fly
Soar with Angels
Sing with the dusk
God’s will I try
Take leave my roots
Onward I climb
Brave silhouette
Like fingers rise
Seeking heaven
Uprooted mind
Pale my divine
Spiraling heights
Bell tower chimes
Rise and take flight
And leave behind
A lonely oak
Rooted in time

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